“And what makes you think your mother would want to marry me?”“Oh my god, are you kidding?” Mandi exclaimed. “She really likes you a lot. I ...can tell.”Steve was a little skeptical, but he let it go. At the moment, he was feeling too good having the affectionate fourteen year old stroking his cock.“I can’t believe I can just touch your dick any time,” she said, almost to herself.“Anytime you want, baby,” the man sighed pleasurably. “You’re my baby girl now.”The look on the girl’s face was pure. She looks at herself in the mirror, smiles, and blows the mirrored image a kiss, and heads out the ladies room door to the parking lot, where she arrives at her car. It’s a Jaguar convertible with a bench seat. She unlocks the trunk and puts the brief case in, then closes it. She pushes the button on her key ring to unlock the car doors and she goes to both sides to release the convertible. .different. I was wired to enjoy it, or something.Interviewer: That can't be right. Humans avoid pain, it is part of who we are.Me: I don't. Oh, I avoid things that would actually cause damage, or scar, or things like that. I don't disfigure myself, or self harm or anything. I just...enjoy pain and humiliation.Me: Anyways, we should get back to what we were discussing. What made me the person sitting before you.Interviewer: Yes, please.Me: Anyways, so, I found myself sort of enjoying the pain.. We do the whole thing with complete realism. We select a rendezvous site for, that evening, usually a plaza or theater parking lot. At home Laura dresses for the kind of event she’s supposed to be going to: cocktail party, formal banquet, thea-ter or dinner dance. She drives to the lot and foolishly parks in a dark and remote comer where I am lurking in the shad-ows, unseen. She locks her car but before she can take a step, I am upon her, warning her to silence and forcing her into my car. I.